Jodi’s Blog ... From the Artist’s Heart



Fleur

There is a story of a monk who brings one flower into the room of other monks. He holds it up before them. They look at each other and question, "What does it mean? He's not doing anything? What is he saying? What are we supposed to learn?" The room buzzes. But one man just smiles. He smiles and knows. The monk with the flower smiles back. They both know, and are at peace knowing, sometimes, it's just about the simple beauty of a flower. I hope you can find that beauty, every day. It's there for you. Just look around, and when you see it, smile. Your smile will help the others see.

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Lake Agnes Geese

My mother came home from work and announced, "I ran over one of those short-necked geese." I was by no means an animal expert. We had only one week of animal studies in my fifth grade class, but still, I knew. "That would be a duck, mother." The geese ruled Lake Agnes. We lived in the land of 10,000 lakes, but some were not rightfully ours. Lake Agnes, the one by our house, was one of them. Canadian Geese. They were huge, and unlike their namesakes, were mean, so very mean. On foot, they would chase you. And hiss. I think it was the hissing that was the most terrifying. For approximately a quarter of a mile, they would chase...

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“With an apple, I will astonish Paris.”   Paul Cezanne.

“With an apple, I will astonish Paris.”   Paul Cezanne. He painted mountains and bridges.  The Sainte Victoire stood majestically in his back yard.  He painted it over and over.  The colors.  The beauty.  The ever-changing stillness.  Yet, he knew, with something as simple as an apple, he could change the way people saw things.  An apple.  Not a mountain.  An apple. And only, as I sit, quietly, still, I too understand. No one has time to be still anymore (if they ever did).  To actually look.  To see.  To feel.  To see an apple, a pear, for all its beauty.  To hold it.  To touch it.  To taste it.  Maybe even give it to someone, to give them a...

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Unnecessary

Our humanity lies not in the ordinary. We do the things we have to in order to stay alive. Alive. But to really live, we have to do the unnecessary. We create extraordinary things. We gather ourselves in music and art and dessert. And this is where we really live. And oh, how beautiful. This beautiful stillness. It was never necessary for an apple to be beautiful. It could offer the same nutrients in a plain package. In fact, we could take vitamins, and maybe get the same thing. But there it is for us, in all of its unnecessary beauty. The brilliant ball of red, and green and yellow, that fits perfectly into the palm of your hand. What...

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And then...

Painting these every day is such joy. And it is surprising how much you can learn, every day. To see how yellow is not just yellow, but green and brown and white and red... It's like when you paint skin tones... and you see that there actually is no black or white... just a multitude of colors, and to achieve this feeling of life, of depth behind the colors, the skin, the peel, you have to be loose, free, and let it just happen. And then the beauty comes. And maybe that's the line right there, "And then the beauty comes..." Today, it might be in the letting go, it might be after the rain, it might be after the...

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